Reliving the day

There's a general hum on the wards: Beeps, bells and buzzers Mixed with carts rolling, drawers opening and Voices helping. An occasional delirious, "Nurse!" Rings out, followed by A soothing reassurance. It's a measured calm, a sensation of Welcome. Without warning a chasm opens wide around us, The air from our lungs sucked into its depths. Panicked shouts are followed by Overhead pleas; The mood turns tense with the electricity of Fear. Runners pass by, ruffling onlookers' hair With their breeze, like the Breath that is missing. A frenzied pace settles in Along with a desperate hush. The chaos turns into a Resolute cycle of, "1, 2, 3, 4..." As breaths are squeezed and elixirs infused. 10, 20, 30, 40 minutes tick by and The silence is peppered only with orders. The silence is deafening; The anticipation, immense. At once the quiet is shattered; Not by...
Source: Medical Humanities - Category: Global & Universal Authors: Tags: Poetry and prose Source Type: research